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[The classic accidental video: the image starts, aimed at the corner of a messy dining room, with a table piled high in half-assembled cardboard boxes and stacks of paper covered in various pizza-related logos. There's no people in the frame, so it must be just a Trench-ish mishap, as is wont to happen.

Except there is a living thing in the video -- maybe? It's a horse that many folks in the town might be familiar with, though even more might be completely unfamiliar with it. It stands in the corner of the dining room.

And it stares.

And it stares.

Unblinking, unmoving, unbreathing, eyes cold and pale like a dead thing, the only light in the endless black of it's nightmarish horror body. It stares and it knows. It sees the innermost thoughts of man and beast and it is unmoved. It is endless, it is eternal. There is nothing but the horse.

And then, with a flicker of static, it's just -- gone. There's no moving, no steps out of frame, it's just suddenly not there anymore. Instead the video continues for a moment, focused on nothing, before flickering out.

In the silence, comes a voice, like the slithering of dark, wet things, ghosting over your fingertips in the middle of the night:]

Buy the pizza.

[A very creative ad campaign, maybe? But still, Upsetting.]

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[Horse!! Nightmare horse!! They are delighted by this display of eldritch horror.]

Hello, what is your preferred name?

[They wish to speak to the horse.]

[God only knows where Will is. But the video feed that replies is a sort of sideways view of the floor. And then, the voice:]

Marshmallow.

Edited 2022-05-20 05:30 (UTC)

[Scary weird horse aside. Klee has heard the word pizza. She's all for it]

Okay, Klee will buy some! Mr....Um, what's your name?

[A long, weighty pause.]

Marshmallow.

Nice to meet you, Marshmallow. You have a really nice name! Klee promises to buy pizza. Oh, are you going to be the one to give them out. Klee remembers hearing about it!

It is appreciated. I shall be. I will attend your home. Do not be afraid.

Okay, Klee promises to not be afraid. Umm, do I give you food and stuff to pay? Or do I pay someone else. Cuz, I dunno what you eat. Klee only knows that the horsies back home liked alfalfa and sugar cubes. But Klee wasn't allowed to give them the sugar, but I gave them some sometimes and carrots.

[He maybe be a creepy looking horse, but he seems nice to Klee. Besides, who says no to pizza.]

[Despite being drippy and gross and kind of horrific, Marshmallows ears prick up at the mention of sugar. He seems to consider for a moment.]

You will pay...the pizza makers. But I will accept sugar as a tip.

... Oh.

Hey there, Marshmallow.

[Is the fact that it's only voice better or worse?]

Father.

[........worse.]

Edited 2022-05-20 05:30 (UTC)

[ THIS IS FINE. ]

... Sorry. Did you. Call me... your father?

Yes. It is who you are. [JUST. MATTER OF FACT.]

[Thanks, Marshmallow, that's horrifying.]

I'll uh. Keep that in mind.

... does Will know you have his device?

[There is a long pause, and then -- is that a note of guilt?]

No.

Marshmallow ...

You need to ask permission.

[Good lord is he lecturing the demon horse??]

[The low, mulish sounds of a cranky demon horse.]

Next time.

Do I have your word on that?

[Do you promise him, Marshmallow.]

[....he's never been more delighted in his life. That is a terrifying nightmare horse and his silent screams are not ones of terror, but glee. Certified horse boy loves this shit.]

If that's what you wane me to do, I'll do it. Especially if I can pet you.

[He whispers, his face like. Smushed towards his video camera.

Horse horse horse horse.]

Edited 2022-05-20 05:51 (UTC)

[There is a long, weighty pause. The horse blinks one eye, then the other, with an audible squelching sound. Then:] You may. Once. I will allow it.

[Oh that's a squelch. That's a fucked-up boy.

He loves it.]

Yaaaaaaaaay! Then I'll be ordering immediately when it opens!

[The easiest sell in the world, weirdly enough.]

[Marshmallow is quiet for a moment, blinking a few more times. Clearly he had expected it to be a more difficult sell.]

With your...money. You must purchase it.

I just said I would.

I hear 'pizza', I hear 'petting a horse', I'm sold.

I'll have to check prices but that's basically me winning on all fronts.

[Oh boy, it's the demon horse from hell. Normally, Maul wouldn't be interacting with this thing at all. He tries to give Marshmallow a wide berth at all times. But he's a little curious since running into another potential demon horse.]

Tell me, do you happen to have any relatives in this city? A sibling perhaps?

[When the video turns back on, Marshmallow appears to be in a garage. He's chewing something. He considers quietly for a loooooong moment.]

No. I do not.

[Wait, that means there are two creepy horses that look like they will murder you in your sleep walking around this city?!]

Ah. Well, it appears you may have a new companion then. I saw one very much like you recently.

Edited (I had to. I just had to.) 2022-05-23 08:09 (UTC)

....is there anyone like me? [It's a little philosophical, but also...curious.]

Well, I doubt there is any creature exactly like you, but this one resembles you in appearance quite closely.

[At least that one had only seemed interested in bread and not stripping the flesh off human bones, as he suspects Marshmallow does in his spare time.]

( This is... admittedly unnerving, in all ways. But it's when the voice comes that this all goes from horrifying to Horrifying, with a capital "H".

...And yet. Rose Da Silva is not so easily frightened off. Especially because she's very much accepting of anything (unless you're a cultist, she can't do those), and no matter how intimidating this entity is, her first thought is that it might be someone's Omen. She's seen quite a few intimidating Omens, by now.

So, she turns on her own video feed to reveal herself sitting in an armchair: a blonde woman with a white dove perched on her shoulder: her own Omen, who is peering at the nightmarish horse with curiosity. ...And maybe Motherly Concern. )

Hello. ( She smiles a little — polite, but careful. )

What pizza?

[The horse is now sitting on the couch, legs tucked underneath it, much like a cat might loaf around. The couch beneath it is dripping wet, slowly staining black. It blinks calmly at the camera, one eye, then the other, rather than simultaneously.]

From the boys. [Obviously, Rose.] They will sell it. I will deliver. Be not afraid.

( The boys...? Is "pizza" a code-word for something? She's admittedly pretty concerned here, given some of the things she's seen happen in Trench regarding weird food and even weirder deliveries.

Her tone drops to a whisper, and she's leaning closer to the video of the dripping horse tucked on the sofa. The dove flutters her wings and gives a coo, just as concerned. )

Is this something the boys want to do? No one's forcing them, are they? It's all right, you can tell me.

( Rose.... not everything is a conspiracy.... )

[Marshmallow blinks a few more times, tilting it's big head and dripping some more blackish ooze onto the couch cushions. The woman seems very intent about this. Finally it speaks, slow and cautious.]

They are....entrepreneurs. It is their idea. I would not allow any harm to come to them. [A wide yawn, exposing a truly improbable amount of sharp jagged teeth. Clearly this is a horse that can back up it's threats.]

Edited (whoops icon) 2022-05-23 01:54 (UTC)

[Lucille immediately recognises Marshmallow, and she nods and smiles in polite, respectful greeting. She isn't afraid of Marshmallow, and isn't disturbed by this post on the network. Marshmallow is Will's protector and guardian, and she respects him for that. It's all she really cares about. And she's always had a fascination with strange, unusual, macabre creatures and things. She almost wishes she had a Marshmallow.]

Good day, Marshmallow. [She says. She knows she doesn't quite look herself, with her wings and feathers, but she hopes it won't trouble the demon horse too much.]

You look well.

[How does one tell if a demon horse looks healthy or not? Not even Lucille knows, to be honest.]

[Marshmallow...might be concerned? He tilts his head minutely, long mane slithering wetly across his neck. He blinks. He stares.

Then:] You look winged.

[Lucille isn't at all disturbed by his staring. She stares back at him and nods solemnly when Marshmallow makes his observation. She unfolds the wings as if to show him, feathers glossy and as dark as night.]

It is a curse. One that appears to have affected a small handful of us this month. But it is not as terrible as it may seem at first.

[Another one of those sedate, long blinks, and Marshmallow tilts his head first to one side and then to the other. Clearly being a creature of darkness and nightmares means that he finds the wings perfectly normal, but Lucille is ostensibly human. He can recall Will's unwilling transformations and the pain they caused him.

So:] Are you in pain?

I am not, no.

[Lucille answers with a gentle shake of the head. She was, naturally, troubled by the changes at first. She had to learn how to use her own body again, and this disturbed her immensely.]

I was uncomfortable at first, but... I have grown accustomed to this new form. Are the boys all right? Have they been spared this curse?

They are safe. [Very calmly, matter-of-fact.] I would not permit them to come to harm. They would not...permit one another to, either.

I know. [She says with a calm, gentle smile. She doesn't know Mike well, but she knows that if Will loves him, then he must be someone good. Someone trustworthy.]

It eases my heart to know that they have each other here. And, of course, I am grateful to you for protecting them. Thank you, Marshmallow.

[Dee takes one look at the demon horse and takes a sharp, horrified breath, the colour instantly draining from her face. She almost falls backward on her seat, recoiling from her Omni before grabbing and gripping the edge of the table for dear life.]

Oh goddamnit!

[She says in a high-pitched tone, her voice trembling.]

Why? Why? Goddamnit, Marshmallow!

[She remembers the exchange she had with the 'badass pizza survey person' from earlier this month. She remembers hearing about Marshmallow, but she still didn't expect him to look this creepy.]

Edited (Had to edit again, I'm so sorry!!) 2022-05-20 21:00 (UTC)

[It's a bit hard to tell, but Marshmallow...could be smirking. It's hard to tell, considering his face is a black void with two pale pits for eyes. He leans in, closer and closer to the camera, like he's going to pull a Samara and poke his head right through.]

Because pizza is delicious.

[Listen, Marshmallow. Dee has seen the Ring, and she is honestly expecting him to crawl out of her Omni like the ~~glorious~~ creepy bastard that he is. She can't stop looking at this dark, staring void despite the cold, creeping feeling of horror currently coiling itself around her heart. He leans in closer and closer, and Dee tilts herself backward again, trying to keep the distance between herself and the demon horse on the screen. The idiot still grips the table, and as she pushes herself backward, her arms begin to form a straight line.]

No, no, no, no, no! Don't come closer! Ohhh goddamn it, no one wants your demonic pizza!

Lies. [Marshmallow booms it suddenly, resonant and all-encompassing, baring horrifically pointed teeth that drip thick, greenish saliva. He stares through the screen, into her soul itself.]

I see your mind. I see your soul. You desire the pizza. You crave it.

[His booming voice sends a shockwave of horror throughout her body, and she yelps, almost jumping out of her skin. She flails, her hand flies up, and accidentally knocks over a beer bottle. It rolls off the table and shatters to the floor, but Dee barely hears it. Barely registers it. She's too busy looking at the monster before her, at those monstrous teeth. She can feel her heart pounding, her flesh crawling. She wants to look away, but she can't.]

O-okay. Okay, sure... Y-you're not wrong. [She stammers.] I could go for a pepperoni pizza. I guess?

[The horse's ears twitch a couple times, thoughtfully, and then -- he vanishes.

Blessedly, miraculously, he vanishes, and Dee is given a moment of reprieve.

Until his voice appears from right the fuck behind her.] Extra cheese?

[Marshmallow. Is in. Her house.]

[The demon horse vanishes, and Dee breathes a sigh of relief, allowing her body to relax. She didn't realize just how tense she'd become while interacting with that creature, but at least now she has silence and safety. She's safe now, right?

The clock ticks. She leans down to look at the shattered remains of her beer bottle and the puddle of beer that has formed around the glistening shards.

And then she hears it. That voice coming from right behind her. A sharp, horrified yelp escapes her lips, accompanied by a shaky, equally shocked gasp. She jumps, hitting her head on the table's edge, which draws another loud yelp from her. Her limbs tighten, becoming rigid and tense again, and Dee slowly straightens back up. Then, with her hand pressed against the top of her head, she turns to face...

Marshmallow.]

Oh my God! [She whines, wincing. She's pretty sure this horse will consume her soul as payment for pizza.]

Where is Will?! WILL, GET YOUR GODDAMN DEMON HORSE OUT OF MY HOUSE!

[Dee, honey, Will can't hear you.]

(..............Soft gasp.)

...Wow...

You're so cute. What kind of ugly human are you?

[Oh, an invisible one.]

I am Marshmallow. Where are you.

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